What She Wants [antikvár]

PROLOGUEAs yet another noisy Cork and Kerry tour bus crunched gears over the hump-backed bridge, belching out diesei fumes, Mary-Kate Donlan closed the door of her chemist shop and locked it. If any Redlion inhabitant wanted either lipstick or flu remedies in their lunch break, they could go without. Ever since her assistant Otis had been on holiday, all she'd managed for her lunch for the past few weeks was a bit of a sandwich munched between customers and she was fed up with it. Today she'd arranged to meet her niece, Delphine, for a leisurely lunch and a chat.Wrapping her coat around her, she hurried down the village to the Widow Maguire's, a pretty stone pub with window boxes, traditional music sessions twice a week and the best pub food for miles. She ran across the main street, a slim middle-aged woman with plain bobbed hair and not a speck of make-up on her shrewd, inquisitive face. She hurried past 'Lucille's: Fashions For All Occasions' with just a brief glance in the window. Lucille's fashions were always a little on the eccentric side. This week, the window sported plenty of knobbly knitwear in jewel colours, along with one magnificent cruise wear rig out that would probably look fine in the South of France but was a little skimpy for Kerry in October.She slowed down when she spotted Emmet from the convenience shop ahead of her. A crotchety old bandit with a fondness for porter. Emmet would talk the hind legs off a donkey and made for a very irritating luncheon companion on account of his tendency to wax lyrical about the rare